it comes as a surprise
even to you
when someone looks upon you
how you spend so much money
on what they call as useless
profitless ventures
and all their eyes show the worry
of a loser
much like a son first meeting
the prodigal shape of
a face
for you
at this point in your life
spend much of what you have
in viewing the majesty of a waterfall
the trip on the hidden hills
the foot-walk and
the silence of the bats hanging
on those forest trees
the springs of water below
the foot of those hills
and its virginal
rocks
then
you say nothing
you give a smile to yourself to this triumph
when what they have viewed as non-essential
have become too pleasing
to your soul
and
you just know it
at the end there is no regret
you are merely admiring the beauty of this earth
following the curves of its body
burying yourself in the coldness
of its arms
and telling it
that there is no love greater than this
knowing mother
earth
telling her that you want a space
between her
breasts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem